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"THIS PLACE WILL BE MAGNIFICENT, I'M TELLING YOU, AGUNI." TAKERU DANMA STATED CONFIDENTLY, HIS BEST FRIEND ADJUSTING HIMSELF IN THE SEAT OF THEIR NEW FOUND TRUCK THAT CARRIED PILES OF MATERIAL."Whatever you say." Aguni replied, squinting his eyes. "People are going to be so relieved. And we, us, are going to make them feel hope-" "Slow down." Aguni spoke, Danma humming and glancing to him. "What?" He asked, Aguni nodding forward. Danma followed his line of vision, pressing the brake suddenly as the truck jolted to a stop. The boy ahead of them gave no acknowledgement, a trail of liquid following his staggered footsteps. Aguni watched him silently, head tilting as the boy walked forward, away and away...
going nowhere.
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FEET LEANT ON THE DESK BEFORE HIM, THE KING OF HEARTS CRUNCHING ON HIS FOUND CHIPS AS HE WATCHED PLEASANTLY. Hirose Katsuo and his mother sat silently on one side of the corridor, another man and woman sat opposite. Katsuo felt a hand grip his, seeing his mother nod towards him. Each participant carried a mobile phone, the device only useful for the sick game they were playing. To tell them the rules, the time, who was the imposter. They called this game the 'Odd one out' and the rules were somewhat simple. Out of thirty, collectively vote the imposter until your answer is correct and you are freed. Except the voted were murdered. And if you didn't vote right by the end of the game, you die along with the others you sent to death. It was sick. A sick, sick game by a sick, sick individual. "So," The Hirose family looked to the man parallel, him breaking the silence filled by the quiet sobs of the woman next to him.
"One of us is the imposter, huh?" He asked, Katsuo gulping. "Yes." His mother spoke up, glaring at the man who was staring intently at her son. Katsuo simply stared back, waiting for the man to say something. Anything. His mother's hand squeezed his, as if reminding him of hours before.
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HIROSE KATSUO'S CHEST MOVED UNNATURALLY FAST, HIS MOTHER RUSHING TO CONSOLE HIM. "Shh, angel." She used her nickname, Katsuo shoving his phone in his pocket as the woman hurried around him, cupping his cheeks lightly. "It will be okay." She comforted, Katsuo choking on his words. "They're hunting for me. Me." He repeated as if his mother didn't hear the rules, the woman nodding repeatedly. "I know, honey. But it's okay, I'll protect you." She soothed, the underside of Katsuo's jaw being lit red by his given mobile phone. The red shine that told the player they were the target. The target that the other twenty-eight strangers had to hunt for their own victory. For their own lives. "They're gonna kill me, Mom." Katsuo wept, the woman sighing shakily. "I will not let that happen. We will win this, okay?" She asked, Katsuo gradually finding the rhythm in his nod alongside his mother. "Okay?" She repeated, seemingly needing a verbal response. "Okay." Katsuo sniffled, his mother blinking back tears as she smiled warmly-
